The Great Plague

[Zoketi]

Nala followed Simba, her tail flicking. She could see a young gazelle, a easy meal, but the mother might defend it. She instead decided to try for the old one, who was near the back of the herd. She padded closer, eyes locked on her target. She kept low too, letting the golden grass cover her body.

Jioni watched as the group padded closer to Mountains Pride. He stood on a jutting rock, his ears flattened.

[Nyota]

(Jioni's in the Mountain Pride, right?) Jasiri gazed around at the amazing formations of stone, the shapes painted on the walls of rock. It was all so odd to him - the lionesses watching him warily, their colours so reddish or orangish, some grayish. They had powerful builds, wide shoulders, perfect for climbing and leaping the rocks.

Laana climbed up Pride Rock, sitting down next to Jato. "You see what I see," she commented quietly, following his gaze.

[Simba3]

"Look, Nala" He nodded towards the gazelle "We should attack the elder one" He whispered carefully, he doesn't want to that the gazelles hear his voice. "I try to sneak in front of the gazelle, then you try to give chase to the gazelle towards me, then I can catch hold of the prey" He whispered waiting for Nala's opinion. "Do you like the idea?"

[Zoketi]

[Yes Jioni is.]

Nala nodded, attempting to keep her tail from twitching. "Let's go." She whispered, beginning to creep forwards again. She curved around the herd, knowing Simba was heading to the front. She passed a bush, and halted. Her eyes quickly found the elderly gazelle, and she prepared to run.
She burst out of the bushes with a roar, charging straight for the herd, which bolted. She carefully herded the elderly gazelle towards Simba, keeping just far enough for it to run.

Jioni slipped around some stones to join back with his pride. He jumped on a rock, laying down and letting his coat blend with the gray of the rock. He watched the others approach.

[Nyota]

"Hi, Jioni," called Nyama, looking up at the lion. Jasiri continued to gaze around in awe.

[Zoketi]

Jioni nodded at Nyama. "Hey." He replied quietly, still watching the rest of the lions walk. He flicked his tail, and tucked his paws underneath him, feeling rather wary.

[Simba3]

Simba crept carefully to the front. He knew that the gazelle's hearing is very refined, that's why he put his paws down so slowly onto the grass as he can. He doesn't want that the gazelle behold him. He was heading to the front listening to the wind not allowing to the gazelle notice him. After he occupied his place, he kept his eyes on the herd waiting for the herd's run. A few minutes later Nala started to give chase to the elder gazelle towards him, and as the prey nearer him, Simba sprang at the gazelle lowering his tooth into the prey's neck.

[TheLionQueen]

Charle stood on a ledge not too far up but soon enough it broke and he held on for dear life on a small but sturdy rock, he roared for help and them shouted loudly, "Help!!!" He was stuck until someone could help if this rock fails it will most likely be the end of the young lion. But great enough there was a bigger and sturdier looking rock up about ten feet. Charle prayed to the great kings, "King's give strength." he opened his eyes from his prayer and then put his hind paws against the side of the mountain he pushed up with his paws and then off he used his forelegs to jet him off the small rock and then grabbed onto the bigger rock, "Oh gosh I should've took the other path up the mountain." Charle said to himself. His arms were getting weaker, "HELP!!!!" Charle shouted hoping someone will come and save his life.

[Zoketi]

Nala skidded to a halt in front of Simba, gazing down at the gazelle's body. She placed a paw on its flailing legs, holding it down until dead. Finally Simba lifted his head. "Great catch." Nala praised, her tail waving. She glanced back at the rest of the herd, which had re-grouped farther away. They didn't seem to miss the elderly deer. Nala licked her jaws. "Shall we eat?"

[Nyota]

Nyama looked up. "Jioni, did you hear that?" she asked, listening for the cry for help on the wind again. "Someone's in trouble." she leaped up the rocks, her compact muscles helping her jump quickly and nimbly.